She is the Third Kind of Stunning

Lu Yinxi shook off her hand: "I won't accompany you, I'll sleep on the sofa."

Jian sat up with one hand propped up, half leaning on the head of the bed, squinting at her, and said lightly: "The guest room is next door."

The implication is to let her sleep in the guest room.

Lu Yinxi was stunned for a moment, then turned around and left, stopped after walking a few steps, turned around and said, "I brought the medicine box in."

Jane glanced at the medicine box that Lu Yinxi brought over, ignored it, and tapped the pillow beside her with her fingertips: "Your, take it back."

The guest bedroom is for the original owner to rest. In the first half of the night, the original owner ran over with his pillow in his arms, saying that he was afraid of the dark and the cold, and wanted to share the bed with Jian Qing.

Lu Yinxi walked over, picked up the pillow and hugged it into his arms.

In the eyes of this ice cube, tonight she is a woman who came here with a pillow in her arms to deliberately seduce, but then backtracked, slapped people, called people sick, turned back and forth, and was capricious.

Lu Yinxi was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground with his toes and bury himself in it.

Jian Qing picked up the magazine beside the bed to help her sleep: "Don't go, do you want to stay?"

Still with that cold tone, it seems that he has no interest in Lu Yinxi, and even has a little disgust.

Lu Yinxi hesitated for a moment, hugged the pillow, and reminded: "The wound on your left palm, do you want to bandage it again?"

Jian Qing glanced at the left palm wrapped in gauze, then looked at Lu Yinxi, pondered for a moment, and asked tentatively, "How much do you remember about the debridement and suturing I taught you yesterday?"

As soon as this remark came out, Lu Yinxi froze in place, trying desperately to recall the plot.

The original owner was a sophomore in the School of Communication, and was introduced to the crew of a medical drama co-produced by the Health Commission, the Propaganda Department, and a film and television company.

Since it is a task drama jointly produced by national units, the ideology should not be too outrageous, and the medical knowledge should not be too outrageous.

Therefore, the director specially organized the actors of the crew to practice in the hospital for two months.

Naturally, the hospital did not dare to neglect the mission drama led by the Health and Medical Commission, and asked the Medical Education Department to arrange point-to-point teaching with doctors from various clinical teaching and research departments.

Jian Qing happens to be Lu Yinxi's temporary tutor.

Lu Yinxi looked into Jian Qing's eyes, hugged the pillow tightly, and said softly, "I forgot all about it..."

She studied medicine, but dropped out at the end of her sophomore year.

Freshman and sophomore medical students have only taken theoretical basic courses such as histology, biochemistry, systematic anatomy, and local anatomy, and clinical operation skills such as debridement and suture, and they will not be exposed to them until they take the experimental class of "Surgery" in their junior year.

Jian Qing glanced over with cold eyes, Lu Yinxi was even more confident, but still retorted in a low voice: "Even if you remember, you can't let me sew it for you..."

When she was a sophomore in college, she was caught by the training teacher of the clinical skills competition for intensive training, and she had practiced those skills, but it had been many years, and her techniques were already rusty.

"Even if I can sew, there should be no narcotics at home. I can't use local anesthesia. I can't imitate people in TV dramas. It would be so painful... Or, go to a nearby clinic to sew? I can drive, and I will, I'll take you there." At this moment, Lu Yinxi didn't have any grudges, he just treated Jian Qing as an ordinary patient with a cut on his left palm, and expressed his kindness as much as possible.

Jian Qing looked down at the magazine: "No, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Seeing that she was chasing someone away, Lu Yinxi nodded, and did not forget to remind: "Then remember to clean the wound again." After speaking, she went out with her pillow in her arms, and closed the door by the way.

The door closed, and the room fell into silence again. Jian Qing looked down at a document on multiple personality disorder in a magazine.

She never taught Lu Yinxi debridement and suturing at all, so how could she forget to mention it?

In the early morning of the next day, Jian Qing directly packed her luggage, and took Lu Yinxi back from the country villa to downtown Jiangzhou.

It wasn't for stitches on the palms, but several patients in the group were in critical condition, and the junior doctors couldn't handle it. They made more than a dozen phone calls in one night, and they consulted and reported publicly, but they were actually sending out a distress signal—you come back quickly, I Can't bear it.

The New Year's Day holiday is in vain.

Jian Qing has long been used to the normal state since work, and after thinking about it for a while, she also took Lu Yinxi to the hospital.

Jian Qing's image in the hospital has always been indifferent and serious, unsmiling, suddenly appeared in the hospital with a faint slap print and a 5cm gash, and his colleagues laughed teasingly when they saw it, and dared not go forward to ask.

Jian Qing turned a blind eye, pointing to a baby-faced female doctor: "Wei Mingming, come for stitches."

Wei Mingming quickly took the suture bag and was very touched: "Boss, you are so kind. Those patients don't want me to do anything when they see that I have a graduate student's badge. They don't even want to see me. Last time, Dr. Zhao was scratched." She didn't even trust me when she hurt me, and she didn't trust me—" The conversation changed, and she couldn't help gossiping, "What's the matter with such a big talk? And the face, who is so bold..."

Lu Yinxi lowered his head, trying to minimize his sense of existence, and sneered in his heart: that's the price of lust.

"Cut the fruit." Jian Qing squinted at Wei Mingming, did not answer what happened to the slap marks on her face, and asked her instead, "Like sewing? Then go to the emergency department for a rotation next month."

"I don't like it or I don't like it. I just like to wait on you boss." Wei Mingming shook his head like a rattle, fearing that he would be dispatched to the emergency department, flattering him all the time, "Look at this wound, it was treated in a timely manner, and there is no infection at all. Just look at it—”

"Shut up."

Wei Mingming fell silent for a moment.

In the evening, Jian Qing changed shifts with someone else.

She is on the second-line shift. She can listen to the class at home or sleep in the duty room of the hospital. She will come forward when there are problems that the front-line doctors and the chief resident cannot solve.

The front-line doctor on duty today is five months pregnant, and there are critically ill patients in the ward, so she is guarding the hospital.

The night shift of the oncology department is relatively stable, but compared to the surgical system, there is no need for surgery, and there is not much need to deal with outpatient and emergency patients.

Cancer patients will have various critical values, and sometimes encounter difficult rescues. The unlucky doctor on duty has no sleep at night.

Most of the doctors on duty on the front line of the critical situation can handle it, and with the assistance of the chief resident physician, Wei Mingming helps, Jian Qing quietly checks the literature on the computer and formulates a treatment plan for the patient.

Jian Qing stuffed Lu Yinxi with a thick stack of documents.

It has been five years since she left the medical industry, and now she has somehow arrived in this strange world and returned to the familiar medical environment, and she still has a sense of unease in her heart.

She couldn't help wondering again, was this a weird dream?

She traveled to a world in a book, returning to the age of 20, returning to the hospital, and learning medical knowledge again.

Lu Yinxi had had similar dreams countless days and nights, but never had such a real experience.

She bit her wrist hard, and there was a piercing pain in her arm, leaving a deep tooth mark on her wrist.

Lu Yinxi looked at the tooth marks, and his eyes were almost red again.

The bewilderment and powerlessness of wanting to cry but no tears once again aroused the panic in my heart, but I still dare not express it.

Jian Qing seemed to be aware of it, turned her head and looked at Lu Yinxi with a cold expression.

Her aura is too strong, she doesn't talk or laugh, and when her face is expressionless, she is almost so oppressive that people dare not breathe loudly.

Lu Yinxi lowered his head, not daring to look at her, trying to squeeze his panic into a corner so that no one would notice.

Jian Qing stared at Lu Yinxi for a few seconds, pondered for a moment, took out a toffee from his white coat pocket, and stuffed it into Lu Yinxi's pocket without saying a word.

Lu Yinxi was stunned, looked up at the beautiful and indifferent face, then looked down at the pocket, hesitated for a few seconds, reached out to pick it up, peeled it off, and put it in his mouth.

Sweetness spreads from the mouth.

Jian Qing took out another one and put it in her pocket.

Lu Yinxi suddenly remembered that when she was a child, her grandmother also liked to put a few candies in her pocket when she went to relatives on her back.

The journey was long, and she was so bored on her grandma's back that she wanted to cry, and so did her grandma, feeding candies one by one.

He peeled off another one and put it in his mouth.

The childhood memories brought by the toffee dispelled some uneasiness, and Lu Yinxi thanked Jian Qing in a low voice.

Jian Qing took out the third toffee from his pocket.

This time, Lu Yinxi stretched out his palm to receive it.

The right and left hands of the two people touched each other briefly.

Jian Qing gave the candy, withdrew her hand, and continued typing on the computer.

With sugar in his mouth, Lu Yinxi calmed down a little bit, his eyes fell on the pile of documents on the table, trying to divert his attention.

Whether it was a dream or not, she should calm down, get familiar with the environment as soon as possible, and survive in this strange world.

The First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University is the leading tertiary hospital in the provincial capital of Province A and the largest teaching hospital in the province.

The hospital has built a dedicated tumor comprehensive treatment building.

Oncology Department, Radiation Therapy Department, Intervention Department, Hematology Oncology Department, and tumor center laboratory are all set up here, collectively referred to as "tumor comprehensive treatment center".

The Department of Oncology has three wards. Jian Qing is the deputy chief physician of the second tumor area. He focuses on the diagnosis, treatment and research of lung cancer and esophageal cancer, and also involves the diagnosis and treatment of malignant tumors in the stomach, liver, and breast.

Lu Yinxi memorized these information points silently, and halfway through, she took out her mobile phone and quietly searched for the papers published by Jian Qing in the past, mainly looking at the first author, as well as the articles of SCI District 1 and District 2.

Her parents are both doctors, and she grew up in a family home in a hospital. She also aspired to join the medical field, and she is very unfamiliar with this industry.

Tumor is a research hotspot in the medical field, and it is relatively easy to publish papers.

But the number of papers does not mean the level of scientific research. It takes at least two or three years for a good research to produce results. Some people are pouring water in the four SCI districts without changing the medicine. Genius has published more than 20 SCI articles at a young age.

Seeing people in the industry smash their thighs—is there such a talented young man?

After checking, they are all water journals, flooding Jinshan.

Lu Yinxi clicked on Jian Qing's papers and read them carefully one by one.

"Suspect my academic misconduct?"

A cold voice came from his ear, Lu Yinxi straightened his back, and turned his head in the direction of the sound.

The tips of each other's noses brushed each other

— almost kissed.